Condolences to the Morgan family.

Condolences to the Morgan family.
When I was born, I had a full set of grandparents. My maternal grandfather died within two weeks of my birth. I am told he was an amazing character, one of the nicest people you could wish to meet with a fantastic sense of humour. In a way, I’m glad he was alive to see the day his youngest grandchild was born.
My paternal grandparents both died before I was ten years old, so my memories of them are vague at best. My maternal grandmother lived until I was in my late teens, reaching the mighty age of 93 – and therein lies a source of regret. Like just about every other teenager on the planet, I was too obsessed with youth and my own perceived troubles to spend much time with my grandmother. She lived through two world wars, survived being bombed-out of her home, raised six children only to see one die in her teens, witnessed social and technological change that would stagger the imagination and went through life with a cheerful, positive and friendly demeanour.
If only I had spent more time with her, perhaps I might have learned a few things that would be useful to me today.